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Pop-Tarts

As you were breaking up with me,
all I could think about were those mornings when

you compared the Pop-Tarts and gave me
the one with more frosting


She remembered his last words, the last smile, the last kiss. She remembered it all as she sat in the kitchen. The memories were too much for her and she dropped the half eaten Pop Tart onto the porcelain plate, frustrated and upset.

He remembered the way she always gave him the Pop Tart with more frosting. He remembered her sadness, her tears, her words. He wanted to go back and turn things around.

Who knew a Pop Tart could fix what was broken?